Stampede

Rich man, poor man where do we begin
Dead man walking going off onto a limb
Everything the sun touches is all for you to glimpse
And I always just wanted structure when it was all so simple then

I still speak with the same voice my thoughts gathering
I wonder if the time spent finding the right path was worth the hassle
You start to hear the last board creak the capsules rattling
The wind makes the dashboard shriek you hear it howling
How many times I had to pack up and leave when doubt had shit feeling crowded
Looking back at a masterpiece that now seems so out of balance
I hope the stampede won’t latch me down and I won’t get snatched up with talons
And the scratches on my brow can allow me to claim prowess
That one day all the hard work will finally outlast the talent
But only time will tell if it’s wildflowers or scallions
If this life’s really tryna sell pyrite or some gold medallions
If the tally shows I turned down far more blessings than I could’ve counted
Knowing it’s only one way in and one way out of this

Rich man, poor man where do we begin
Dead man walking going off onto a limb
Everything the sun touches is all for you to clinch
And I always just wanted structure when it was all so simple then